Everything tastes better with Whipped Cream and Sprinkles. Or How Ryan Ross became a Superspy. Ryden with Frerard Gabillim Peterick Frikey Jalex Joncer...you name it- it's there. Be in it for the long haul- this fic will take a while to complete.

After finding the body of a Drac, gun-less and sporting injuries the Killjoys had never seen before, the boys are hell bent on finding the culprit, especially Party Poison. Bl/ind have new rayguns and they have fallen into the hands of an unknown rogue, putting the Killjoys on edge. All the while Party has to fight the monster he's slowly becoming, save Missile, and find the rogue.

Frank and Gerard have been teased relentlessly their whole four years at Columbine High School... now they're taking their revenge

Frank falls in love with the beautiful boy next door. Frank watches him through his open window and sees things that both break his heart, and fill it. *Frerard*

Frerard. It is evident my objectives have failed as here I sit, a bottle of whisky balancing between my fingertips and a fresh arrangement of purple bruises beginning to seep up to the surface of your skin.

Frerard. Two-shot. Gerard meets Frank when he's nine years old, hiding in an alley way. Ten years later, they're hiding again, but this time it's so very, very different.

Gerard is an addict. Frank is his terrified boyfriend. Gerard's brother, Mikey, has feelings for Frank. Frank develops feelings for Mikey. Frank is confused. Frerard/Frikey

Timestamps in the lives of Gerard and Frank, each chapter is about a word that starts with a different letter. It's hard to explain. Just read it. XD

Frerard. Gerard is a lonely, nineteen year old asshole living with his mother and brother. Frank is a secluded, introverted fifteen year old, living with his mother. When she dies the only person he can turn to is the older boy he met at the art store.

Frerard " I sigh at the familiarity I have with Frank’s shower. I hate knowing his house so well, because I shouldn’t. I also hate knowing that if you lick his earlobe in this special way, it drives him mad and all he wants to do is f---- "

Frerard with Frikey. ' I bent over and took his chin in my hand, pushing it up to my face. “Gerard, what’re you-?” '